Raindrops dismissed my evening walk, shortcuts they trembled as my conscious talks, I told you so, didn’t mention my late night detetion.  In the dark cold room, tears was my invention. Three dollars and two dimes, cant pay the rent, borrowed gas will have to make it to sunday the fifth. scars lay down before me in deepness, the streets didn’t save me right here in my weakness,  stuggles was marked by the scars on my hand, simplicity was no longer a word I could understand. I lay amonst the wolves, with daggers and arrows, The mist overshadowed trouble unparalled. I lurked in ignorance, of unending light, who tweaked the stars to saddle my plight, I held on to an answer I had when I was a child, then time slowed down as i said it aloud, Jesus my savior, my friend when i’m in need, then something stirred up inside of me, and opened my eyes so I could finally see,  The world was different, as the darkness rolled away, my decisions held me captive but then I broke away, I didn’t get bitter I get better, and becuase of that I became, not sorry for my situation, or beat down and lost in translation, no I became found, I see new opportunity, new choices new decisions, I can fine tune my outcome with my own precision